The warm glow of candlelight flickered across the modest inn room, casting long shadows on the wooden walls. Lawrence sat at the small wooden table, his quill scratching against parchment as he tallied the day’s earnings. A faint smile tugged at his lips; today had been a good day for trading, and for once, their purses were heavier than their worries.
Across the room, Holo reclined on the bed, lazily eyeing an apple in her fingers. She watched him with amusement, before bringing it to her lips, taking a slow, deliberate bite. The crisp crunch echoed through the quiet room, and Lawrence chuckled softly.
“You know,” he mused without looking up. “I might have to start charging you for all the apples you consume.”
Holo huffed, her tail swishing lazily behind her. “A cruel merchant, you are,” she teased, her voice carrying the lilt of playful indignation. “Would you deny your dear companion such simple pleasures?” Lifting the apple to her lips, she took another slow, deliberate bite. The crisp sound echoed through the quiet room.
Then, something changed. A strange sensation rippled through her body as Holo stretched, sighing contentedly as she slowly, steadily began to grow. The fabric of her tunic and pants strained, tightening against her body on her growing frame. She let out a small, pleased hum as her perspective changed, the once-cozy room shrinking around her as her outfit struggled to contain her newly acquired height.
Lawrence, too engrossed in his numbers, continued his calculations, unaware of the faint creaking noises behind him.
By the time she reached twice Lawrence’s height, the remains of her too-small tunic barely covered her curves and her pants rode scandalously high on her long legs. Her tail flicked behind her, ears twitching with amusement as she observed the unsuspecting merchant, still lost in his numbers.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she slipped off the bed and padded toward him, her movements unnaturally quiet for someone her size.
Just as he was about to jot down another figure, a shadow loomed over him. A pair of soft, warm arms wrapped around his torso from behind, pulling him into an unexpected embrace.
“Wah—Holo!” Lawrence tensed as her now-magnified warmth pressed against him. Her soft curves molded to his back, her fuller chest flush against his shoulders as she nuzzled into his hair. A deep, pleased hum rumbled from her throat.
“Mmm, what a diligent merchant you are,” she purred, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “But surely, you wouldn’t ignore your dear companion, would you?”
She grinned, tightening her hold around him, pressing her breasts into his back with playful insistence. The heat of her body, the scent of apples and wheat filled his senses.
“H-Holo,” he muttered, struggling to sound composed. “What are you—?”
“Shh, don’t talk,” she cut in, her voice dripping with naughtiness. She nipped playfully at his ear before resting her chin atop his head. “You will make plenty of noise later tonight.”
She giggled when he gulped, the rich melodious sound filling the room. Lawrence knew that resistance was futile. He leaned back slightly into her embrace, exhaling a soft chuckle of his own.
“Just don’t break the bed,” he murmured, and Holo grinned against his hair.
“No promises.”
Tags: growth, growing woman, mini-giantess, tight clothes, stretched clothes, ripping clothes, romance
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Story by Dajin |
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Artwork by Studio Arieta - Mei |
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